I get my coffee, smile at the cute female officer who is taking a statement from the manager. Get my Coffee PAY for it... and leave...

so far so good.....

I thought the officer had left the gas station so I thought nothing of it when I left the parking lot, and uhm... "spiritedly" merged into traffic... "enthusiastically" crossing all three lanes so I could jump in the fast lane... Nothing crazy just faster than what was necessary..

Sure enough.. just as I am slowing down for traffic in front of me... I catch a police car making the same... "energetic" merge and lane change.... ..... and accellerated... ... to right behind... :( ..... me....

I stay in my lane... checking my mirror and sure enough... it's the attractive and professional Officer from the Gas Station.... Now I'm thinking... oh cool! Maybe she'll be one of those officers that just likes cars and wants to talk about THR22 She followed me for a mile or so... I'm thinking I'm off the hook, She's just making sure I know I've been a bad boy and all is we................

Red and blue lights.... Dammit...

I immediately pull over to the shoulder. I have ties to federal law enforcement and have more than a few friends who are LEO's so I know what to do to make them know I'm not a threat... I do all of those things... I stopped as far off the shoulder as I can to giver her plenty of walking room, Hands on the wheel, shut off the car, roll down the window

Now she's really checking out the car... looking down the passenger side... checking out the rear.... back over to the drivers side.. and now walking up to the window to, Of course tell me what a nice camaro I have....

yeah not so much....

Immediately I know something is big time wrong....

Her: Is this your car?

Me: Yes Ma'am

Her: Can I have your driver's license?

Me: Of course.

after handing her the DL I go to the glove box to giver her the registration.

Her: WHOOAA!!! STOP!!! CLOSE THE GLOVE BOX!!!

Me: yes ma'am... :(

Her: Get out of the car Sir!

Me: yes ma'am

Her: If you do anything stupid you are going to get hurt...

Me:

apparently she's not much of a camaro fan.....

I'm frisked... not in a good way... and held by the back of my shirt against the rear of my car...

there is a ton of radio chatter. I don't know all the codes but I keep hearing the word... "suspect"...

Next thing I know... there are cops everywhere... I'm being held by two of them. I tell the officer who pulled me over there is a small pocket knife in the center console... I've been asked about 5 times. "is that your car?" "where are you going" "where did you come from" "have you ever watched a movie about mistaken identity where people go to jail for crimes they don't commit and get married to a big boned "lady" named Beef..."

.... Ok maybe I wasn't asked that but I was thinking it....

I'm frisked a couple more times, they walk me to the patrol car, cuff me and ... yep ... the scene we've all seen a million times on cops... open the rear door and ask me to get in.... I should have worn my wife beater....

I get in... and they don't help me... I need to call my congressman about that...

a second officer then asks me for what seems like the 100th time... "is... that... your... car?"

Now I'm starting to get a tiny bit frustrated... in cuffs.... sitting in the back of a patrol car.... and then I suddenly became not so frustrated

Me: Yes it is.

I tell him I saw the officer who pulled me over earlier at the gate station... she pulled me over, I've not been told why.

He then begins to clear it all up....

There has been report of a stolen camaro that matches the description of the car I'm driving...

he gets called away... as I'm about to say, "but it's MY c..." ............... dammit.

Then what I'm assuming is the senior guy on scene, walks over, opens the door, asks me some more questions... and gives me that look of.... Don't worry... it will all be over soon....

Maybe he was trying to help me feel better... but I wasn't exactly sure what he meant.... as he walked away grining....

And I'm thinking... "please don't leave.... I don't like Beef..." :(

A second later the not so cute anymore officer and another help me from the car, uncuff me apologize for the misunderstanding, give me my license and start to leave....

It takes me a few seconds to come to my senses.. I don't know how long I stood there... but when I look around everyone else is gone except me and the not completely ugly officer. She's now walking back to her car... and I quickly blurt out...

"Am I free to go!"

She doesn't even look at me... "Yes Sir!"

After all this...

All I can think of is..

DAMMIT!!!!! Why didn't I ask one of them to take a picture of me cuffed in the back of a cop car to post on Camaro5!!!!!!!!!

I got put in the back of a cop car in SD last year while I had all my kids in the suburban (because I had informed the officer I had a loaded handgun in the console) after getting pulled over for doing 3 over, but man my kids ate it up I still hear about it. Cops are gonna get you dad